Expresion In School

Bre went and was quiet; she didn’t mingle much but she became more and more comfortable in the setting. Regardless of her friend situation, Bre still felt like she was learning things and to her learning had always been fun. Although some days Bre felt more lonely than others. Every girl seemed to have at least one close friend and laughter was always ringing loud. What the young girl didn’t realize however was that as she got more used to her new church she became more willing to raise her hand and answer questions, or say, “Hi,” to a fellow classmate. The church was growing on Bre, and apparently she was growing on the church as well. Girls she had refused to talk to just months before were now her acquaintances. Bre was no longer the new girl, other new girls had moved in and taken her outsider place (but rest assured they’d soon be included as well, everyone always

Melinda’s reaction to the first day of school is awful, because it starts off with her going onto the bus and having others glare at her. Everyone hated her, no one not even her old friends bothered to talk to her. She was all alone. She complains about the school, her friends, and her teachers. She says “ am Outcast”, meaning that she has not been accepted by her classmates, she is being rejected. She says that because non of her friends bother to even say Hi to her, they all hate her. Her fear was that she didn't have friends on her first day, and how people word react to her.

Concussions are referred to as a traumatic brain injury which may affect the nervous system and lead to negative symptoms. “The brain is surrounded by fluid and protective membranes called meninges, which usually cushion the brain” (Menon 1). These meninges are compromised at the moment of impact causing damage to the nervous system. Many symptoms can occur as a result of the concussion. Concussions impact the brain in negative ways causing damage.

“Bella! Hurry up, the bus is here!” called James. !”are you okay, sweetheart?” asked her grandmother. “Yeah, I’m fine Grandma, don’t worry. I’ll go ahead now. Love you!” Bella said.

It had been official. For the first time, in a long time, Fleurette had found herself sitting on the library’s floor, studying away for an up and coming test she had. Well she wouldn’t call it exactly studying. It was more of her pretending to study, as she flipped through the pages of her textbook at random. She hoped someone from her class would walk in any second. Not to converse with them, no. Just to talk to them long enough to get a few of their answers to her review sheet. Fleurette had no desire to make any friends from her classes. She pretended everyone she did met was her friend, when really she simply needed them and nothing more. Friends could only hold her down, and eventually catch up with her constant lies. And that was one

First day of school and Tsukiko Mori was dreading it. All the schools she went to were terrible, they showed that you weren’t allowed to be as independent as you were during the summer, and every summer you had to write a fifteen page paper on how your summer was. Tsukiko never told the truth on her the essay for if she did her dad would go to jail, and she would have people wanting to be her friend. Mori was good at drawing, singing, dancing, playing the drums, and ignoring physical pain. Tsukiko was hoping that today would go well for

She had no friends and no life. She rarely talked to anyone, but everyone whispered about her in the halls, how nobody liked her, how she always sat alone. But Winter was a bit jealous of her. Even though only half her class knew her name, everyone knew her as the school’s smartest student. She aced all of her classes, and won certificates in nearly every contest the school held.

It was a bleak, foggy day in September. Alexa took a deep breath as she cautiously trudged into her new school. The chatter of kids, who had known each other for years, echoed through the wide hallways. Endless rows of striking red lockers occupied every possible space Hordes of students crowded the halls like an army of ants. She could feel an abundance of eyes looking her up and down, wondering who this new freak was, wondering who was invading their tiny, close-knit school. It was horrendous enough that she was a freshman. It was even worse that she was new. She was fresh meat in a

Kurt Vonnegut’s novel Slaughterhouse 5 (1969) and Jess Walters’ novel The Zero (2006) share a series of similarities not only in the formal aspects of the novel but also in their contents. Both authors create a fictional narrative in order to present their experiences of two of the most traumatic events related to the contemporary history of the United States: the participation of the United States in the Second World War and the collapse of the Twin Towers on 9/11. Thus, both works can be seen as attempts to re-write reality after a traumatic experience.

    New things can be nerve wracking, but when I got to Simpson Park Youth Camp all the butterflies flew away. Coming from church and receiving a blessing from the Northland United Pastor, I was very nervous. Now that I was there I was excited and overjoyed. The two hour drive to Romeo was already worth it. I gazed out the window and saw what looked like a tiny village laid before my eyes. When I stepped out of the car I felt the atmosphere change, it was like I stepped into a magical realm. Miranda and I walked to the Office and are greeted by our other friends. Suddenly I see Hannah Haskell. Hannah Haskell is a friend from

“ah!” the girl makes some voice. “Thank you…My name is Rena. I also lost my friends. I was putting too much attention on one of the paintings that I didn’t realize my friends are all gone. When I tried to search for them, I noticed there were less and less people around me, and I ended up in this room. I…I don’t know what to do…” Rena’s tears start falling down her cheek.

Jenna sprawled on the warm grass during the last few days of summer. She had her head tilted towards the sky with a light smirk plastered on her lips. As she stared up at the clouds, all she could think about was going back to the special school she went to. By her side laid her friend, Austin. His hands crossed behind his head as he too stared up at the sky, thinking of how their last school year was going to turn out. The two friends always did this, ever since they came to the orphanage together. Jenna turned to Austin with a devious look on her face.

After Tara and I were dropped off at Bunsold Taylor made her way to the high school. I felt a pang of regret as we walked into the school. I should have stayed home today. Tara and I walk side by side to the main office. The secretary escorted us to the guidance office where a woman with a stern, hard face sat in a bland room. She greets us polity, asks us to sit down, and overlooks our schedules. As we awkwardly sit in dead silence two girls walk in the room.

Teenage kids chattered loudly thoughout the grey main commons of high school. I walked hand in hand with my brightly patterned lunch bag over to my group of friends. Rachel, my best friend was exasperating over her miserable day so far. Within the group all three of us girls: Rachel, Tiffany and Morgan babbled amongst ourselves before the dreaded school bell sang. Tension

As I walked the halls of Dutchtown High School, I felt like everyone was out to get me. Are my friends really my friends? Why is everyone worried about someone else? As I woke up for school, all I could think about is how my life felt like a never ending tunnel of stress. Being at Dutchtown High School was the last place I wanted to be at for 7 hours a day, 5 days a week- but school isn’t an option so I found myself present for everyday I had to be there. I came to get an education to live a prosperous life and achieve all my goals, stopping there wasn’t a choice so I hid the pain and isolated myself from the people I called “friends”.